Friday, February 05, 2016

Food and trivia

I seem to go on food kicks from time
to time. There are times when nothing appeals, and I really don’t want to eat.
Unfortunately, there are also times when everything appeals, and I have to
watch what I choose. Lately I’ve been eating high on the hog. Tonight I sautéed
three sea scallops—good big fat ones—for myself and did it better than I ever
have. I got a mix of butter and olive oil really hot in the skillet, put the
scallops in, and didn’t disturb them for perhaps three or four minutes. Then
flipped them and turned the heat down just a bit. Result was scallops with a
wonderful brown crust on either side and still soft and tender inside.
Perfection. My side dish was a salad of chopped tomato, avocado, and blue cheese,
dressed with just a bit of lemon juice.

Yesterday I had lunch at Nonna Tata, a
tiny restaurant (six tables plus outdoor seating) specializing in country
Italian. It’s one of the places where I always order the same thing—brasaola,
the beef version of prosciutto. It served with greens and grated grana cheese,
all dressed in a light lemony sauce. So good.

The night before I split a crab cake
sandwich with dining pal Betty—wonderful though a bit hard to eat so we both
resorted to knife and fork. Jacob was with us and ordered his usual noodles and
cheese at the Tavern. He had complained that much as he liked it, the serving
wasn’t large enough, so I ordered a side of black beans, which he usually
loves. No surprise—the mac and cheese filled him up, and I have the beans in
the fridge. I told my brother he must be on my mind because when I mean to say,
“Let’s go to the Tavern,” I often say, “Let’s go to the ranch.”

And the day before that, Subie and I
had a fancy lunch at Ellerbe’s—a gorganzola and wild mushroom quiche with a
salad of I don’t know what kind of greens, but they had a great dressing.

Enough of my gastronomical tour. Today
I made real progress on my taxes, which made me feel good enough to be lazy
tonight. What I had anticipated as a day alone at home didn’t turn out that
way—Socorro Escobar was here cleaning the house and chattering about how dirty
it was after our weekend cleaning: Jordan came by and we went to Central
Market.

The grandmother of one of Jordan’s
longtime friends died Wednesday. Jordan and the granddaughter have been friends
at least since middle school, and that family considers Jordan a part of them.
So tonight she was involved in taking her friend’s sons to the visitation, then
bringing them back here, then taking all the boys to the family dinner. Every
time she popped in (three times I believe) we had a glass of wine. I shall have
to go to bed early. She will be involved with the funeral, graveside ceremony,
and family gatherings all day tomorrow, but I won’t be surprised to see her pop
in. That’s how my life goes, and I couldn’t enjoy it more.

Tomorrow more income tax work, but at
least I see the light at the end of the tunnel.